Although Americans tourists are banned from entering the country, I went under the journalism category.
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible  (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.



Detectives from the Chicago homicide division are still on the scene of a murder-suicide investigating an unusual situation where a Deaf man murdered his interpreter then committing suicide in a medical clinic after learning that his cancer has spread throughout his body' given six months and recommends hospice care. An oncologist was unharmed in the standoff. The Deaf man identity hasn't been released pending notification of the next of kin. An interview his friends acknowledged that the suspect was suffering from depression, a common side effects of chemotherapy, clearly remembering him using sarcasm, quoting that "...if I die, I'll need an interpreter with me at the heavenly gates." Unfortunately, the atheist interpreter will not be there to there..

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